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Emma staggered back against the far wall of the corridor, sliding down as bonelessly as a puppet with cut strings. Ed gagged for air, collapsing to her knees. Auggie was sprawled on the floor. Suzie kept her eyes stubbornly open. “Almost...” The blue walls turned red. A high pitched whistle vibrated through her skull. She… Continue reading WIP Part 20 ~~hide~~

Her hands twitched. She felt something warm and smooth -- leather -- beneath them. The sensation flash over her skin. Her head jerked. Hands. My hands. My head. They gave a shape to the dark. There was her head. There were her hands. And sound. Thumping, rhythmless and fast, it turned into flashes of light.… Continue reading WIP Part 19 ~~hide~~

Wyn took them across the long walk to the Centre. Ed did everything she could to distract herself from the empty air below her feet. They were...they had to know what they were doing. They travelled around in space. But still. Her stomach turned over any time she recalled how small their tube was. Like… Continue reading WIP Part 18 ~~hide~~

The hum was gone, and the stars. She looked down. A white line stretched out at her feet. Beyond it the dark had swallowed the world. Her name. Her...someone. The featureless dark pressed down. She knelt beneath its weight. The rough surface of the road caught at her fingers, grit shifting, nipping at her skin.… Continue reading WIP Part 17 ~~hide~~

Ed walked beside Wyn. His cologne wafted over her whenever someone passed them. Every time it did she couldn’t help but close her eyes as it rooted into her hindbrain somewhere. It smelled like the time that her mother and father had gone to a party, all dressed in their finest, and seemed happy and… Continue reading WIP Part 16 ~~hide~~

White and black, longer, longer, long, shorter, shorter, short. She clung to... Something warm. It was important. She had to remember. Her something warm. A bolt of pain shot through her head, blinding white. White. Line. It was a line. A highway line. Highway... Bike. The bike thrummed. It was the bike. Joy flashed through… Continue reading WIP Part 15 ~~hide~~

“Anything?” “Not yet.” “This is useless.” “Leave off, Suze.” Ed shifted. The cafe’s seats weren’t meant for stakeouts. At least some of Suzie’s impatience was probably discomfort. They’d been sitting in the Middlefield Exchange for two days, now. She camped in a cafe on the central passage, while Auggie and Suzie each trained a hidden… Continue reading WIP Part 14 ~~hide~~